A/N: Trust me, I tried. It just didn't work.
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Wade's heart thudded as he charged down the ridge.
Even if he wanted to stop now, he couldn't. The ground sloped downwards, the momentum carrying him and making him feel like he was floating as he ran.
There was also the fact that he had the army behind him, also running down the slope. If he stopped, they'd simply slam into him, which in the best case scenario, would result in only him falling and being trampled underfoot.
And the worst case scenario... he decided to put it out of his mind.
As the writhing carpet of monsters grew closer, Wade had to admit. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen.
But that didn't matter anymore. They'd arrived.
The adventurers struck the flank of the horde like a tidal wave, smashing into its side.
Wade was at the front, shoulder to shoulder with a hundred other adventurers, his grip tight on Toothpick. There was no time to think, only to move.
